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summary: rafe has some fun with his girl at the golf court
pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader
warnings: only 18+, mature content, fingering, innocent!reader, jealous!rafe
"be quiet, babygirl" his long digits pressed in your mouth, drool dripping down the corners of your mouth while his other hand drew slow and steady circles on your soaked cotton panties. they were all ruined now, making you sulk. they were a present from rafe.
a high pitched moan escaped your lips when he pinched your puffy button through your panties, followed by a harsh slap.
when he pulled the underwear aside, the cold breeze hit your most sensitive part, making you shift in rafe's lap.
"do you want everyone to hear? you would love that uh?" you could feel his cock hardening underneath your short white skirt. "you dirty little whore, were you trying to make me jealous? well, you succeeded." he muttered through clenched teeth.
you shook your head. it was rafe's fault if you found yourself in that position.
you agreed to come to his golf match to keep him company. just sit there and look pretty, he coaxed you. and so you did.
rafe was in fact pleased when he saw the other men eyeing you not so discreetly with lust.
he was the one that made you cock drunk evey night, not them.
but when he saw you chatting to another guy, whose hand was a tad too close to your chest, he dragged you away from the pitch, hand falling on your ass, landing a harsh slap on your left cheek, making you squeal.
one thing was letting those men stare at you, knowing fully that they could never own you, the other thing was letting them touch you.
rafe cameron did not like to share what was his.
he turned his head back to shoot a silent warning to the poor scared man and walked away.
"how about i call patrick" peter, you wanted to correct him, but all you could think of was how easily rafe found your sweet spots "and make him watch you getting absolutely wrecked by me. would you like that?"
you tried to answer and tell rafe that you only desired his touch but your mind was fuzzy and all you wanted was to cum.
without warning rafe pulled his fingers out, for the nth time that day ,making you whine at the sudden loss.
you reached for his hand but he tsked "bad girls don't get to come."
you were so frustrated, this was the third orgasm he denied you since you arrived. you couldn't stop tears from falling down your face.
"now, now, now" rafe wiped your wet cheeks, even though god knows how much it turned him on seeing you so desperate for him "if you promise me to be a good girl for the rest of the night, daddy will make you cum so much."
"promise?" how could he ever say no when you looked so fucked.
he could tell you to come and you would do as he said on the spot.
you pulled up from his lap, bending down to pick up your ruined underwear when rafe stopped you.
"i'll keep these." he bought them to his nose and almost got hard again.
he couldn't wait to get home and eat you out until you passed out.
oh, you were in for a long night.
